The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

As far as where I go when I die, the concept that I am simple going to flick out, like a light bulb, to me is not only spiritually impossible to believe, but logically it is laughable - the idea that we simply die and nothing happens.

If you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse than strip your television's electric plug-wire, wrap a spike around it, and then stick it back into the wall. See what blows, and how far. Just an idea.

You'll consider what you did wrong & bookend your reflections with hunger - no supper, no breakfast.

Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of your head. Even when no one is listening (or reading or watching), every outing is a bravura performance, because you as the creator are happy. Perhaps even ecstatic.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.